- The Woodman and Mercury
- The Earthen Pot and the Iron Pot
- The Little Fish and the Fisher
- The Ears of the Hare
- The Fox With His Tail Cut Off
- The Old Woman And Her Two Servants
- The Satyr and the Traveller
- The Horse and the Wolf
- The Ploughman and His Sons
- The Mountain In Labour
- Fortune and the Boy
- The Doctors by Jean de La Fontaine Fables
- The Hen With The Golden Eggs
- The Ass Carrying Relics
- The Stag and the Vine
Beside a well, uncurbed and deep,
A schoolboy laid him down to sleep:
(Such rogues can do so anywhere.)
If some kind man had seen him there,
He would have leaped as if distracted;
But Fortune much more wisely acted;
For, passing by, she softly waked the child,
Thus whispering in accents mild:
“I save your life, my little dear,
And beg you not to venture here
Again, for had you fallen in,
I should have had to bear the sin;
But I demand, in reason’s name,
If for your rashness I’m to blame?”
With this the goddess went her way.
I like her logic, I must say.
There takes place nothing on this planet,
But Fortune ends, whoever began it.
In all adventures good or ill,
We look to her to foot the bill.
Has one a stupid, empty pate,
That serves him never till too late,
He clears himself by blaming Fate!
A trader on the sea to riches grew;Freight after freight the winds in favour blew;Fate ...
Fortune and the Boy – Jean de La Fontaine Fables – Book 5
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